To members of MICA.
It will not have escaped your attention that a fundemental shift in the region we call home has happened in recent days. It is my belief that this shift has in some ways undermined some of the work we have discussed in recent weeks regarding issues such as creating Rapid Response Responsiblity Areas (3RA). I believe that by discussing these issues and others in areas of concern our fellow members have that we can find a path forward ensuring that it is the people of the region who protect their homeland, benefit from its resources and enjoy its tranquility.
As such I would like to invite you to send representatives to
Northfort Palace to discuss the future of this organisation.
May The Gods Watch Over You and Our Seas Be Calm
King David III of East Moreland.
The Palace had been made ready on this fine brisk autumn morning. The sky was crystal clear without a single cloud in the sky but it was the kind of day where you wouldn't want to be outside without your jacket. That hadn't stopped Rhiannon running around outside though. In an effort to make the Palace look its best piles of the red, brown and orange leaves from the trees that lined the canal had been gathered into heaps. Occasionally a single leaf would loop off the top with a breeze, and then suddenly they were all sent hurtling into the air as the Princess dived onto them giggling away. "Rhiannon....stop that immediatly" a stern voice called. She froze in her tracks and was pretty sure had she been mid air she'd have halted there too. "Come here." Her father's voice called her and she turned round knowing exactly what was in store.
"Sorry Vavma" she said her head lowered as she trudged through the slightly damp grass.
"People spent ages tidying this place up and you go and do that." David placed a hand on his daughters shoulder and turned her so she could see the piles of leaves she'd destroyed. A few dismayed gardeners watched as David crossed over to one of the trailers behind a quad bike and picked up a rake and handed it Rhiannon. "Get to work" he motioned and pointed towards the nearest mess she'd caused. The rake was bigger then her and she lacked the lengthy arms needed to control it. David watched her give up and just simply scoop the leaves back into a pile. He could see the gardeners chuckling at the site of the King overseeing his daughter gardening and once he was satisfied she'd learned a lesson he took hold of her hand and lead her back towards the Palace, his guests would be arriving soon. Rhiannon broke into a skip beside him as they finished their morning walk. Rhiannon headed back up to her room to feed Goldie and then go to school, David meanwhile changed his trousers, the bottoms caked in mud from the walk and then gave the conference room a quick glance over. Satisfied everything was set her bid Rhiannon a good day at school before waiting for the first arrival in the lounge overlooking the long gravel driveway that ran up the side of the lake where two swans glided majestically on the flat autumnal waters.